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After losing 2nd chance of a child The Ranch November 19 1912 Dear Woman:- Telephoned you to-day. You were elsewhere. From the way you gallivant around --- well,, you could almost gallivant around that way on the Ranch. No, I told Eliza George is no go. First time in his life he was ever in the country. As for Hamilton, I get more sheer pleasure out of an hours talk with him than all my inefficient Italian laborers have ever given me. He pays his way. My God, the laborers never have. The Ranch has never lost very much money on Hamilton, and George, and Spiro, and Seymour, and “Lone Wolf”, and all the restof the fellows who’ve had a few meals and beds out of me. The Ranch has lost a hell of a lot on the weak sticks of $1.75 cash per day laborers who’ve fattened off of me and on me. Please don’t forget that the Ranch is my problem. Netta and Edward never helped me; Widget never helped me; Eliza never helped me. It was I, when I was ripe, and when I saw a flicker of intelligence in Eliza, who proceeded to shake things down. What all these various ones have lost for me in cash is a thousand times more than the price of a few meals and beds I’ve given to my bums. And I give these paltry things of paltry value out of my heart. I’ve not much heart-throb left for my fellow beings. Shall I cut this wee bit thing out too? Cosmopolitan wired me it’s mailing revised contract. So that deal still struggles along. If it doesn’t go through, we don’t get in the house next fall, maybe – though I could turn loose and earn the money other ways. Anyway, its’ raning and blowing, and I’m going to quit now and play pinochle with Jerry Carlin. You mean more to me than you can ever guess, and I’ll be damned if I tell you. Wolf-man.

After losing 2nd chance of a child The Ranch November 19 1912 Dear Woman:- Telephoned you to-day. You were elsewhere. From the way you gallivant around --- well,, you could almost gallivant around that way on the Ranch. No, I told Eliza George is no go. First time in his life he was ever in the country. As for Hamilton, I get more sheer pleasure out of an hours talk with him than all my inefficient Italian laborers have ever given me. He pays his way. My God, the laborers never have. The Ranch has never lost very much money on Hamilton, and George, and Spiro, and Seymour, and “Lone Wolf”, and all the restof the fellows who’ve had a few meals and beds out of me. The Ranch has lost a hell of a lot on the weak sticks of $1.75 cash per day laborers who’ve fattened off of me and on me. Please don’t forget that the Ranch is my problem. Netta and Edward never helped me; Widget never helped me; Eliza never helped me. It was I, when I was ripe, and when I saw a flicker of intelligence in Eliza, who proceeded to shake things down. What all these various ones have lost for me in cash is a thousand times more than the price of a few meals and beds I’ve given to my bums. And I give these paltry things of paltry value out of my heart. I’ve not much heart-throb left for my fellow beings. Shall I cut this wee bit thing out too? Cosmopolitan wired me it’s mailing revised contract. So that deal still struggles along. If it doesn’t go through, we don’t get in the house next fall, maybe – though I could turn loose and earn the money other ways. Anyway, its’ raning and blowing, and I’m going to quit now and play pinochle with Jerry Carlin. You mean more to me than you can ever guess, and I’ll be damned if I tell you. Wolf-man.